early winter 96 to new year 97 there was a slight drizzle in southern oregon. down there for school, undergrad, all the gas station pumping jobs were full, slinging pizza paid some but the real money was made in selling plasma. specifically your own. in a room full of beds, side by side, fluorescent lights, with tiles patina'd in a curved mosaic off yellow brown, occupied with southern oregons most exotic examples of homosapien the area had to offer. theres nothing like cold rush of deplasma'd blood being pumped back into the body while listening to the hum of the machine. makes for a low bar tab later on as well.
Posted May 4, 2020 06:43 PM
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